Golden light swirled around Lillian as if it had taken on a tangible form, two molten gold flames burning fiercely in her eyes.
Veronica, standing beside Iana and tending to her wounds, sensed a familiar power radiating from Lillian.
Within the Saintess Family, only those who have passed all three Saintess Trials are qualified to enter the Saintess Chapel, where several statues of past Saintesses stand.
Now, the aura emanating from Lillian was remarkably similar to that of those statues—an elegant and sacred presence unique to a Saintess, like an angel sent down from heaven.
Gazing up at the Bone Dragon’s massive claws, despite the strength coursing through Lillian, she dared not underestimate the beast.
Even a lion must exert its full strength to catch a rabbit; much less was she facing a colossal dragon.
With a flick of her small hand, a huge golden barrier materialized, shielding the three of them.
When the Bone Dragon’s claws slammed into the barrier, cracks spiderwebbed across its surface.
Lillian had no choice but to continually pour her mana into the shield to keep it intact.
Sweat dripped steadily down her face, a sharp contrast to the cold, silent night around them.
Veronica’s hands glowed softly as she tirelessly healed Iana’s wounds, keeping her alive.
The Bone Dragon seemed tired of the dull standoff with Lillian.
It spat out a fireball, which slammed hard against Lillian’s barrier.
“Cough.”
The force rebounded from the shield back onto Lillian’s body.
Although her body had been enhanced in this mode, the impact was still agonizing.
She could no longer remain on the defensive.
If she kept passively enduring, she would eventually be worn down and killed by the dragon.
Lillian’s resolve hardened.
The molten gold flames in her eyes blazed ever stronger.
Taking a deep breath, she decisively withdrew the barrier.
Her petite frame became a streak of golden light, charging straight for the Bone Dragon’s head.
“Holy Judgement: Shackles of Light.”
Several luminous chains shot out like bullets, wrapping tightly around the Bone Dragon.
The other ends of the chains were anchored to several towering trees.
“Roar! Roar! Roar!”
The Bone Dragon thrashed violently, trying to break free from the Lightbinding Art.
But Elia’s skill was not so easily escaped.
With every frantic movement, the dragon felt the pain intensify, as if its very soul were being torn apart.
But the Soulstone in Lillian’s hand held more than just that skill.
In fact, the Soulstone was Elia’s seventh skill—it could amplify blood power, mana, physical attributes, and enhance the other six skills.
In other words, Lillian could wield Elia’s first six skills with that amplification.
“Holy Judgement: Divine Sword.”
Golden light condensed in Lillian’s hand, forming the shape of a long sword.
Its sharp sword intent was so piercing it was almost blinding.
For the first time, Veronica felt fear radiating from the Bone Dragon.
It was fierce, wild, and desperate to break free from the chains.
“There’s no way you’ll get away, you monster who hurt Iana.”
Clenching the massive sword tightly, Lillian recalled every move Iana had taught her.
Her eyes shone with unwavering determination.
The students who had been frightened away by the dragon’s roar heard the commotion and turned to look.
Naturally, they noticed Lillian, hovering midair and confronting the Bone Dragon.
“Oh my god, who is that person floating in the air?”
“That’s… Lillian.”
“What? She’s Lillian? You mean the Lillian from the Saintess Family that everyone looks down on? Are you kidding me?”
“If that’s really Lillian, then why can she unleash such incredible power? Even her sister, Lady Veronica, isn’t a match for that Bone Dragon.”
“Don’t you feel the Saintess aura emanating from her? That’s the real thing—the aura of a Saintess recognized by the goddess.”
“Could it be that Lillian has become a Saintess before Lady Veronica?”
“Idiot, if you want to call her, then say it properly—‘Lady Lillian’.”
Hands clasped in prayer, everyone silently wished for Lillian’s victory over the dreadful Bone Dragon.
Otherwise, they’d all be buried here.
“Come on, Lady Lillian.”
“We believe in you. You can definitely do it, Lady Lillian.”
Their prayers transformed into an invisible force flowing into Lillian’s body.
This Faith Power entered a special space within her.
“Crack.”
The sound of chains breaking echoed from within Lillian’s body.
Her Bloodline Power surged dramatically, signaling her successful passage through the First Trial of the Saintess.
Combined with her prior cultivation, her Bloodline development skyrocketed from 3% to 7%.
She now felt an endless well of strength coursing inside.
The golden light around her flared even brighter.
Carrying everyone’s hopes, fueled by hatred for the Bone Dragon and a desire for revenge for Iana, Lillian swung her massive sword.
“Clang.”
The giant sword collided with the dragon’s claw, unleashing a tremendous shockwave that made many students with low Bloodline development stumble.
The white Bone Dragon’s claw sparked brilliantly under the Divine Sword’s strike.
Lillian felt the tremendous backlash against her hand, her palm going numb, but she gritted her teeth.
The molten gold flames blazing in her eyes burned fiercer than ever.
“It’s still not enough…” she whispered, her Bloodline Power surging like molten lava.
Veronica watched Lillian’s power soar, conflicted.
As Lillian’s elder sister, she wanted her to become stronger.
But as one of Ethelrina’s suitors, she was reluctant to see Lillian grow too powerful.
Veronica had always known about Lillian’s feelings for Ethelrina—that was part of the reason she kept her distance from her.
Although Lillian posed little threat before, one must always be cautious, even with a sister.
Lillian gritted her teeth.
As if invoking some secret technique, her aura surged again.
The giant sword in her hand sliced through the Bone Dragon’s massive claw as if cutting through cake.
“Roar!”
The Bone Dragon let out a roar of unwillingness, clearly unprepared to be slain by such a mere child.
It struggled one last time, but no matter what it did, it could not stop the rampaging Lillian.
Finally, with a decisive swing of her sword, the Bone Dragon’s body shattered into bone fragments that fell to the ground.
“I did it…” Lillian whispered, her strength suddenly fading.
She had been barely holding on, and now she could no longer sustain herself.
She fell to the ground, lying on the grass just like Iana.